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words keep rising
I promised
to keep quiet
but the words keep rising—
worthless
weak
a chorus I never chose.
So I write them down,
then strike them through,
as if crossing out
could silence the echo
worthless
weak
.
Thursday 16th October 2025 9:58 pm

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